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The lighter then average skinned drow came, retrieved her obvious weapons and lead the party out. She waved gently to the Guard Captain as they traveled by.

"Do come and visit when you can. I would very much like the opportunity to speak with you again in a less formal setting. Peace be with your Clan, you and yours."

A short bow of her head with her left hand slightly closed and covering her heart was the last thing she mannered to the woman as they left the gates behind her and traveled far from the Fortress of the ruling Clan.

L'Tuain'T will have to wait. My family comes first... SHE comes first. I will return here soon enough.

The Next Day, he rose as usual, immediately checking under his finger nails at the barbs for any sign of infection. finding none immediately he began to incant his magic, increasing the blood flow to those fingers to increase the healing just as much as his body would do naturally.

As he Got up and did his rituals of clothing and washing he wondered quite idly of Innelda, and if she was honestly going to come about.

As Innelda broke her feast and went about her usual cleaning routine, she had to wonder about the offer she took from L'Tuain't. Frankly, she was starting to get second doubts, and wonder if it was a dream. Perhaps in her anger, her memory had editted itself to suit it's own needs? Or she could have drank too much. Eithier was very possible for her.

Silently, wearing more informal clothing then she wore the day before, she silently went up to L'Tuain't's rooms. Who the but the Sharess knew what Innelda could say without sounding ill in confidance? Hell with it. She wasn't some slack jawed teenager without a place in the world. Quietly, unsure that he was there at all, Innelda knocked upon his door.

"Enter." He said softly, the door sliding open as if on command, his eyes turning to you from his own fingers... which were rather well groomed. "Ahh... M'Lady Innelda... Glad you decided to returned, How can I help you at this moment?"

"Ahh well, Quite Simply I am Prepairing a Gift, not as much of Good will, as I have already received that from my Belddrobaen Ally. He was Tainted in another Accident those Silly Spider lovers seem to be so prone to, It doesn't look like he has long to live. and quite honestly, an Ally that doesn't have long to live doesn't have much use, does he?" He said starting off, turning around Politely as he continued the Conversation. those dim red eyes eagerly awaiting your responce with interest as he lead the way.

"Exactly. This Is why I Like you, Smart and Beautiful, The Stock of Matriarchs as it were." He said with That Charming smile, an appropriate mix of Insight, Wit, and open admiration mixed on his face, lips, eyes, and over all expression.

He Shook his head and chuckled, giving the impression that you missed something he was referencing to, like your intended role in his plots. a bit of off humor on the side. either way he silenced his own humor as they arrived, pausing to open the door. "heh.. any How, Here we Are Dear."

She rolled her eyes a little again, understanding the mockery this time. Without a word, she breezed on past him, to look at the works in the Artificers. It was, in general, good work; but then again, she wasn't much of a judge of metal.

The artificers of the Sharen were quite different from those of most other fortresses, where the Sarghress might be full of hard bitten blacksmiths going aboutt heir toil, pounding metal, this place was a place of art. Not a place to outfit every last fool that came in and asked for it but to keep the Sharen elite outfitted, humble forges fuelled by magic rather than anything else, no leather aprons and fireproof wool from the surface many wore robes as the finished metal from the anvils came to be refined, shaped and pieced together by magic and finally to be enchanted by the thin lipped and steely eyed summoners that stalked about.

L'tuain't would find his order neatly arranged along a shelf with a slave standing by ready to pack it into an appropriate steel chest while the Artificer worked on another suit of armor to be added to the swelling ranks.

It was plain to see that the Sharen were preparing for war, whether or not it was obvious on the outside.